(Feat. Rick Ross & Young Jeezy)

[Chorus: Young Jeezy (Screwed & Chopped)] [x2]

I represent for tha South
My resident is the slums
A couple golds in my mouth

Bring my dance and my charm
I'm as hot as a gets
I'm the youngest in charge

They gotta show me respect
I represent for da South


[Rick Ross:]
I'm not a Slim Thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't give a $#&@, I'll push ya hat back

Still sellin' dubs ^!$$%, that's fact
You can hit me on the cell pimp that's that
I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce

10 years later, time fo me to cash out
You dealin' wit a dope dealin' dictator
$#&@ traffickin' ^!$$% I get the %#@! catered

See the clip tailored, only the coogi %#@!
I $#&@s wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid
My mom reminisce on the late nights

When I use to reel em in wit the straight white
Now the 617 wit a lil' Beamer
First foreign car, far from a lil' dreamer

Daddy severed his relationships
I think momma, quit'm cuz he wasn't makin' %#@!


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[Lil' Wayne:]

Money to be made best believe a ^!$$% clockin'
I run it myself like a quarterback option
I pitch her ten g's tell the (*##$ to go shoppin

She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back a choppa
See ^!$$%s tryna kick it but no I don't play soccer
I'm all about my cake I'm tryna to marry a betty crocka

A package on the way you know my whip game proper
And off of one key I see seventy thousand dollas
Now I will shoot dice, smokin' on a joint

I bet wit yo gotti he hit five straight points
Though we kept hustlin, though we kept grindin
You rap bout money and a ^!$$% might sign ya

Rap bout me and a ^!$$% might find ya
A banana in ya $$# wit yo head right behind ya
Dope game (*##$, let his mom worry about him

You can holla at me, a fee

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[Young Jeezy:]
Snowman (*##$ ((*##$), need I say more (more)

When you get done with these, look I got twenty more (more)
Still got blow money, cause ^!$$% I know money (money)
Now I'm on the road gettin' fifty a show money

Still sittin' on white bricks (bricks), wrapped in duck tape (tape)
30 minutes flat, I can bake a whole cake
Got a pocket full of stacks, straight for the blocks

And it came through, look at the stones on the watch
Iced out belt buckle, ain't never had a chance
Drop sixty grand, just to hold up my pants

Still got the Chevy, spit the grip on the Lambo
Twelve carats in my ears just the show what I stand fo (hey! )


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